NOTE: This entry is NOT about me!!
I think most of my friends know that I'm usually a nice person. I try my best to give people the benefit of the doubt and if I'm told something about that person then I don't judge until I get to know them myself. ( I never judge though, I only question)
Anyways, most of you may not know but Donald Franklin Sr. died on December 17th, 2011, my "grandfather". I, personally, call him Donald because I do not consider him my grandpa for multiple reasons. Now, I'm not going to get into the details of my family because, to be honest, it's none of your business. So, this is my letter to them...well her since he died( if i were to write a letter) and I thought it would be funny to share. Plus, it's just nice to vent.
Dear Juanita,
I'm not really sure what to say. I went to the obituary site and was going to leave a comment, like some others did, but I wanted to put you in your place but I decided that I wasn't going to stoop to you're level. And trust me you deserve to be put in your place, I don't know who the hell you think you are but you've got another thing coming if you think you can get away with this.But my mother raised me right, even though my whole life you have been telling her that she should hit me more and that you could raise me better. Really...? how stupid are you? Well, not to brag but my mama raised me just fine than you very much. She NEVER once laid a hand on her kids and my parents were there for their kids. Oh! Oh! And then when I came to see you 3 years ago for the first time in what....7...8 years? All you could do is tell me that I'm tainted because I have tattoos; you tell me that you haven't spoken with me because I never made an effort to talk to you. Are you fucking serious? ....I was 11 years old. So when I told you that was a two way street and you told me I was never welcome back to see you, that was actually a relief because I don't have any obligation to be at your funeral. Oh...way to go not remembering my name by the way. (my name will be burned into the back of your eyes). I introduced myself as Brenda's daughter because as far as I'm concerned, I'm not your granddaughter. You can slander my name and say or do whatever you wish to me, I don't really care, it is rather entertaining but the second you started screwing with my mom and treating AJ and I like we were shit because we aren't YOUR precious Don's children, I was done. I'm not entirely sure how you lived to be the old bitch you are. I know that Donald was not the horrible person you made him to be because you are a manipulative piece of shit and there is a circle of hell reserved just for you. I can't wait to see what happens to the rest of your puppets that you call children after you die because all they seem to do is follow your ruling; and in all offense, i don't believe in dictatorships. So, I hope you worry about me showing up at your doorstep again for the rest of your meaningless, pathetic life. Well anyways, I hope Donald rests in peace, if he can and umm you can burn in hell. =)
Sincerely,
Karma =D Aka Kaitlyn Nicole =)
Peace =)
Proud of you, Kait. I know this letter sounds cold and harsh, but I also know some (not even all!) of the things that have brought you to this point with your grandmother. And it wasn't written for her, it was for you. It's called therapy, and it's actually healthy to express your anger and pain. I had to write my own letter to my mother, and although it brought so many raw emotions to the surface, it felt SO good to get it out and not carry that poison around inside of me anymore. When life doesn't grant you with the greatest of family members (I'm talking extended family in your case!) you create your OWN family, and you surround yourself with people who love, cherish and support you EXACTLY the way you are. In that sense, I will forever be your sister. :) Proud of you girl. And I love you with all of my heart!!! <3
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